Let me tell you a story about love and false love.
A little sweet fairy tale that finished in deception.
Elisa was my name, the pleasure my profession
and the heart of the men was ever my possession.

But desire is whim, you know, until in this situation,
and a man with ardent eyes was my only obsession.
The stars he put on my feet with also the Moon and the sun,
and in my bed he whispered beautiful words of love.

Thousand promises of adventure that then he never fulfilled.
Fire, love, passion, tenderness, no of them he gave me, not.
They say that the love is blind and not them lack reason.
I continued loving to he, but he to me no longer.

Soon with another woman my lover fell in love.
She was noble and beautiful, of high dowry and great value.
How he could leave me without looking for my resentment?
How he can get rid of me and also to maintain his honor?

What a foolish is the one who gives advantage to the force...
He looked for the right moment and one night he killed me.
He erased the blood signs, my body in the forest he buried.
Who throughout the entire world would look for somebody like me?

But there is something, my friends, about which never he thought:
that sometimes is the revenge more hard than death and love.
With blind eyes she guided my steps, to my fingers she gave life,
to my nomadic soul a reason to satiate my pain.

If I obtained my objective? You could be sure that not.
'Cause although I had my revenge fruit of a false love,
and now here in my tomb he lies to my side without voice,
this game has not finished nor I have to feel compassion.

While still there is any lover that deceives the love,
I will be horror, death and condemns for all siner in the world.
Before leave this place I request to act with the reason;
because if in deceit I find you, I will be your last vision.

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Modified image for the artbook Forgotten, published by Norma Editorial. (go to old version)
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